I've seen Lebowski so many times it's, like, pathological. Or obesssive, or something. But clearly, I'm not alone in this endeavor. Surprisingly, I've rarely watched it stoned. I know. Weird. But every time, it makes me laugh so hard, at the same things, and every time, each line and scenario absolutely sends me. It's really in numbers so high I couldn't even count. I remember going through a particular heartbreak and I would drink Black Velvet (we're talking breakproof bottle, here.) and Pepsi One and eat pizza and watch Lebowski. Something about it was incredibly soothing and ritualistic. My dear and wonderful Sanaz would call and in her sweet childlike voice say "you have a very special relationship with that movie." Although it doesn't seem like what you'd watch when you're going through heartache, I'm not alone. This guy said that too: So, you know, like, great minds and all.
Naturally I was thrilled when my editor told me "have I got a dream assignment for you." Although it's not my best writing, I suppose, this one, I have to admit, is one I'm particularly fond of.
I think the only other movie I might have seen more than Lebowski is this one:
I'm a writer. But, as Billy Wilder once wrote, "nobody's perfect." I love Bill Murray, West Wing, the Muppets, listening to Phillip Glass, listening to Joseph Campbell speak, Gore Vidal, and Sir Ken Robinson.
